Starting the Machine

I remember that as a young boy growing up in Harlem, I was always constantly in the habit of getting left behind. When the other fat kids beat up an even fatter kid, I was still busy kicking the tar out of the old grandmothers with my pirated Nintendo Super Scope. Funny how things in life repeats again. And again.

Here I am now at a time when my other cool n3rd friends have already jumped on the blogging bandwagon, long before Cher turned legal. To be fair though, I did try my hand at blogging - although I guess a sardonic, mockery of a blog doesn't really count.

I can't say that I'm doing this to let the other dorks in the world know what I'm feeling/thinking - because let's face it, self-expression is stupid. Don't get me wrong though, I appreciate a good whining or two, but that's it.

Actually it's the whining and complaining that got me here. See, I know this dude at work who has an orange looking blog - he keeps telling me to start my own whining and complaining blog. I don't know why, but this guy sounds like genius. And even I know that I should listen to geniuses. And I guess ranting is a personal, treasured hobby of mine. Especially ranting about work. Oh, those hellish, ego-crushing hours sitting on your ass at work days can truly motivate a person, even a bitter and cynical asshole like me.

So yeah, I guess it's time to put down the mangled Super Scope and join in crushing other people's optimism with stories and fables of how liberating bending over for The Man could be.

Or this could all just last for a week till I get fired.

Or promoted.

At this point, I can't tell the difference.